One Dark Window Book Novels & Stories

It felt like being watched. From the walls. From the glass. From something too old to fit inside a room. The first window shattered. Not all at once. A hairline crack raced across the tall pane overlooking the city, then another, then another, until the reinforced glass groaned and split in great jagged fractures. Wind knifed in, cold and sharp, dragging curtains outward. The noise brought footsteps. Voices. Doors opening. “Althea!” Hiraya’s voice, somewhere down the hall.

[Killian] I don't turn on the lights. The penthouse swallows me in darkness, the city's glow bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows like a wound that won't close. I stand at the glass, whiskey in hand, not drinking. Just holding it. The weight feels necessary somehow—something solid when everything else is shifting beneath my feet. My wolf is losing its mind.

Amelia had cornered my mother at the lakeside. She spoke softly, "Mrs. Carden, do you know… Why I wanted to kill your daughter?" My mother's eyes bulged with fear as she turned. A thunderclap echoed in my mind. With a splash, Amelia pushed my mother into the lake. My mom struggled frantically. Alas, that place was deserted. It was the most forgotten corner of the hospital. Amelia stood by the shore, arms wrapped around herself, a glint of venom in her gaze. Her smile was wicked, each word dripping with satisfaction. "Why did your daughter have to steal the spot that was rightfully mine?

But Lara did… and it hurt her more than what he did to her three years back. Since she was left alone by Christophe and Francine, she went off to explore after dinner, wandering through beautifully furnished and decorated reception rooms that were lifeless. Lara was delighted to come upon a library and, locating the English section, selected ‘Jane Eyre’, her favorite. She hadn’t read it for several years. But Charlotte Brontë failed her for the very first time. Lara found it impossible to concentrate. Standing up again, she cast the book aside and stepped through the curtains to open the French windows that featured in virtually every room. She walked along the terrace. As Lara passed by ope

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN; GETTING WHAT WE DESERVE UNKNOWN’S POV The dimly lit room smelled of expensive leather and tobacco. I stood near the window, staring out at the blurred city lights through the glass. The heavy velvet curtains cast deep shadows across the polished wooden floorboards, keeping the space hidden from the bright, prying eyes of the world outside. Below, cars crawled along the wet streets like tiny glowing insects. The door behind me clicked open, followed by the quiet sound of shoes stepping into the room.

He takes my hand in his again and takes me inside the room with him. When we enter the room, my eyes roam inside. My eyes move toward every corner of the room. This room is so beautiful. There is a big bed in one corner which has curtains on all sides, and in the other corner, there is a big fire hearth. There is a desk and a chair too. More than this there are two windows as well. From the windows the dark sky filled with stars is visible. I just want to look at the stars the whole night.

' She spun her head to look at her window, the blinds were barely open, it was dark outside but with her light on someone could definitely see inside if they wanted to. She stood up, going over to her window, about to pull her curtain down when she saw eyes looking at her, yellow, bright eyes. She gasped as a nail tapped her window, then her phone went off again. "Open it quietly Davina, don't make a scene." Looking back to her window she walked away from it, over to her bedroom door where her light switch was, she flipped it off, her room becoming dark, the only thing she could see were the eyes watching her every move 'Damn wolves and their night vision' she slowly walked back to her windo

We were so high up that all one could see beyond the glass walls were clouds. Ignoring the way everything from the comfortable couches peppered with throw pillows, to the carpet that absorbed the sounds of my dress shoes to the sparkling bar arranged with a row of bar stools and the equally sparkling chandelier seemed to be inlaid with gold, I walked over to the table furthest from the elevator and any form of human contact. As I set up my laptop to continue my task a slender hand with garish orange nail polish set a crystal tumbler filled to the right mark with what could only be expensive whisky in front of me.

The old foliage of recent years has gathered around its roots and has spread to the bicycle racks that are probably rarely used. I could only see all of this in the faint light of the moon, because Reese was right, it was really pitch black here. There were no lanterns and the windows of the houses facing the courtyard did not emit the slightest ray of light. All were dark. So the perfect conditions for a proles hunt. It really got better and better. "Stared enough?" Came the dark shadow in the middle of the green courtyard. "Come here now."

------------- ------------------------ In the Shoggoth's layer . . . ------------- ------------------------ Jane was curled up in a ball somewhere in the darkness. She had run out of tears, breath and prayers many minutes earlier. She no longer believed that Red was going to tear through the surrounding blackness on a magnificent steed adorned with shining armor and rescue Jane. There was no light . . . only the Dark One. The Dark One was almost intoxicated. The girl was on the edge and beginning to fall slowly into the abyss. It had been whispering into her mind . . . telling her stories of agony and ecstasy intertwined.